A Week
Five of seven days I wake
When out of bed a smile I fake
Dressing quickly out the door
It's off to work, oh what a bore
Two of seven days I rise
Wiping the sleep out of my eyes
Smiling broadly at the sun
I get prepared to have some fun
Seven nights in in bed I lay
Dreaming of a better day
Til morning comes so soon and then
I'm up til night comes once again
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